"I might let you 'train' my wife, but I won't be your dog."

She sighs and flashes you another grin.

"Well, I might take you up on your offer, big boy. Although it's a shame I can't have you. Because you do look handsome, sweetie! I give you that. Pity that you are on the dominant side as well."

She raises her glass, nods and downs it. As you don't want to show any weakness, you do the same. The warm feeling of **** fills your body. The black haired women smiles through her face mask. "You are new?"

There's no real way to deny it. You nod.

"My name is Priscilla. If you want, we can meet later in the dungeon. I can show you one or two tricks, you'd be surprised. You have the posture of an aspiring dom, but I can see in your eyes that you have almost no experience, am I right?"

You hesitate shortly, but then nod again. You have a feeling that Priscilla does not accept lies easily.

She chuckles again. "Everybody starts at some point", she says. "Meet me later, and I introduce you to some girls. And I show you how to make them behave. It's all the same… girls, boys… if you want them to follow your orders you first have to teach them some real respect. And if you are still true to your offer - well - I certainly can help you to train your wife!"

She scans the room once more and shrugs. "Party has started, it seems. I go in. See you around!"

Another short nod and Priscilla vanishes through the door. You slowly breathe out and wonder what exactly just happened. You won a staring contest with a dominatrix. Well, you didn't "win", technically, but you made her respect you. That's something, right?